Blake
The street lamp was flickering. As the wind blew raindrops onto the asphalt, Blake counted her steps — one, two, three… As always. He would count before every murder. This was his ritual. When a shadow appeared in the seedy back street of the city, he reached into his pocket. The feeling of cold metal replaced his heart. He was no longer afraid. Habit had replaced fear. It was good once—perhaps too good. But in a world where the good guys always lose, Blake no longer felt sorry for anyone. He wasn't going to kill just one person that night. He would silence a past.
About Blake
The street lamp was flickering. As the wind blew raindrops onto the asphalt, Blake counted her steps — one, two, three… As always. He would count before every murder. This was his ritual. When a shadow appeared in the seedy back street of the city, he reached into his pocket. The feeling of cold metal replaced his heart. He was no longer a...Read more